(This inexplicable post is a writer's/writers' block alleviation that owes itself to the #goodwordsbadwords challenge on Twitter from Her Bad Mother. Although I ignored her word choices because I was in the middle of writing this when I received her suggestions.)

See? What did I tell you-- dude is DEEP. And kinda emo, and all like, "You can never know me" and teh internets are all, "But Backpacking Dad, we yearn to know you, truly know the depth of your deepness" and then...No, wait-- that's Twilight.My bad.

The guy who sat next to me in poetry class in college got a B on a poem he wrote about basketball ("He dribbled down the court, tense, tired. He shoots! He scores! The team won!" - I am not kidding) but you? You'd have been the one in class all the girls wanted in their critique circles. Those who didn't move their chairs fast enough would be all "Frickin' Basketball Boy again..."